tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post5708267289047120322..comments2023-05-16T01:55:32.822-07:00Comments on Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering: Small ChangePhyllis Hunt McGowanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-5834605817738397512008-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:002008-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:00Teixcan, I'm always fascinated by language and how...Teixcan, I'm always fascinated by language and how it's full of stumbling blocks and tricks. It gives room for a lot of wordplay. As you said, same language, but a lot of differences.Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-31824897609505930952008-04-17T04:21:00.000-07:002008-04-17T04:21:00.000-07:00Great humor in your stories. I am drawn to the sl...Great humor in your stories. I am drawn to the slight differences in the same language. I guess it is in my DNA.Pappyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13118854996343714131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-70311791401107037332008-04-16T18:18:00.000-07:002008-04-16T18:18:00.000-07:00Julie, it's worse when it's somebody you see often...Julie, it's worse when it's somebody you see often, and whose opinion I care about. (No disrespect to the fellow but I didn't know him.) I'm not good in social situations but you're right- no doubt he forgot it right away.<BR/><BR/>Beth, I laughed hard when I read that. I can only say 'ouch' and 'how funny.' I'm sure you and your husband laughed about it for a long time after- and if the guy did Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-91193117944139898492008-04-16T11:36:00.000-07:002008-04-16T11:36:00.000-07:00oh that is so funny, trust me, I've been there. O...oh that is so funny, trust me, I've been there. Once I was in a B&B in England and there were some Scottish rugby players drinking pretty heavily. I went up to the room while my husband stayed up and eventually there was a knock on the door and I thought it was my husband and as I opened the door, I said, "hello, is it a drunken Scotsman?" and it was actually one of the rugby players going to Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02604780070187163751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-26303368182636315672008-04-16T10:40:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:40:00.000-07:00i think everyone has incidents like that, trapped ...i think everyone has incidents like that, trapped in our memories, which we endlessly replay and painfully re-live, wishing we'd expressed ourselves differently. the good thing is that i'm sure you'll never do that again. and i'm also sure that the concierge in question has no memory of it at all. don't beat yourself up over the little things! :-)julochkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10884096685015570257noreply@blogger.com